My Stepbrother 341

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Chapter 341

KESTER

SIX YEARS AGO.

The hunger kept growing insatiable. It wasn’t just a craving anymore it was a fucking problem. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus, i couldn’t think straight. And it bothered the hell out of me.

Last night, I almost made a mistake I would have lived my entire life regretting. I would never have been able to come back from it.

My father and Jorja were in the city, hosting a business gala at the company. So, they spent the night away from home. Which meant the house was empty.

Kasmine and I watched a movie together in her room. She had come to me, saying she was bored and needed company. She was also feeling the distance I was putting between us and I felt terrible for her. She had no friends arrymore, except for Claire. I made that happen. And now, like a fucking coward, I was slowly withdrawing from her.

That was truly unfair.

I had to see a movie with her, out of guilt.

It was a rom–com. But the scene where those couples fucked like they had been starved of sex for almost a century, set something off in me. And I swear it felt like that scene was filmed just to torment me.

It was awkward, especially when Kasmine laughed and covered her eyes with her palms like a child until the scene ended. We laughed about it, but my laughter wasn’t genuine. There was a tightness in my chest that had nothing to do with the movie and everything to do with the fire pooling lower in my stomach.

When I brought my bottle of whiskey to help calm my nerves while we continued the movie, Kasmine insisted on having a taste of it. After a few sips from her, it knocked her off so hard that I wondered why she was that lightheaded.

I had to tuck her in for bed and fix her blanket. That’s all I intended to do. Just cover her and leave.

But then, that was the moment that almost ruined me.

My control almost snapped when my hands touched her bare thighs as I positioned her properly in the bed. That wasn’t the first time I had touched her bare thighs. Fuck, she was always putting on skimpy shorts, so it wasn’t new.

But why was last night’s touch different?

My cock swelled in my shorts, so hard and hot, pulsing against the fabric like it was trying to escape. She looked so edible, so innocent, so damn beautiful lying there, with her lips parted in sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest made everything worse.

I found myself drawing closer to her, almost as if it were a magnet pulling me in. And just when my lips were almost touching hers, I snapped out of it.

Fuck.

I felt so ashamed of myself. But the shame didn’t kill the hunger. It just made it worse. And that’s why I was out here in the woods, just beside this beautiful waterfall, having two blondes, Daisy and Bonnie, ride my cock like they were competing for an award.

Daisy bounced on my cock, her tits slapping against her chest, while Bonnie straddled my face with her pussy in my mouth, writhing against my tongue, grinding and twisting while I lapped at her.

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1, muttling her cries ns 1 licked and sucked, pullin at the muscles Inside her slick folds like I was trying to pull xa, her soul out with my tongue.

But sadly, It was never enough. still felt empty.

We switched positions. I was having my cock sticked by Bonnie white leaned over Daisy with my finger slipping inside her tight cunt. I introduced another finger and another inside her until I had my four fingers spread inside her, sitting pretty and feeling that perfect stretch, as the slick heat swallowed me whole.

I curled and twisted them inside her as she arched, letting out a strangled cry. Her nails dug into my forearm, leaving angry red marks that I barely noticed through the haze of lust and dark need.

I watched, mesmerized and sickened by how her tight pussy clenched around my fingers, wondering if Kasmine’s pussy was also this small, and pink, and tight, and beautiful, and… Fuck.

I slammed my hand down harder, fucking her fingers deep, like I was trying to bury a grave inside her, the harsh motion driving her breath into ragged gasps until she was trembling uncontrollably, and screaming my name in a broken voice.

Just as I was finally chasing my climax after almost an eternity of having my cock juiced up without climaxing, I heard footsteps coming from behind us.

I hardly cared.

Who the fuck hadn’t seen people fuck before?

But the moment my gaze rested on the owner of the footsteps, every ounce of pleasure in me died, replaced by this roaring rage that took over instantly.

Nagel.

I pushed the girls off, the way you shove something rotten out of your life, and snapped to my feet.

“It seems I was too late for the party after all,” he said, baring his teeth in that shitty, smug grin.

I almost laughed.

Whenever Nagel laughed, it gave me that satisfaction seeing that the gap from the two teeth I pulled off when we fought some years ago, was still there to remind him who the boss actually was.

“You’ve got some fucking nerves, Nagel. Tired of living, huh?”

It all happened so fast.

One minute, Nagel was standing just a few paces away from the edge of the cliff, admiring the waterfall while taunting me about how he knew how much I cherished my stepsister, and how hurting her would be the best way to break me.

And the next minute, I was staring at the empty cliff, with his blood on my hands, looking for any sign of him deep inside the current of water flowing below the waterfall.

Nagel had always been a thorn in everyone’s flesh, especially mine. We fought so much that it was almost becoming a war between my pack and his pack – The Shadow Valley pack.

He grew up to become a criminal. He was deep into drugs, raping women, and doing a lot of illegal activities that had gotten him into trouble with the authorities several times. I even heard a rumor that he was connected to a trafficking facility that was far away

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from here.

I had put up with his nonsense for years now, but the moment he brought Kasmine into his little games, he crossed the line.

And Nagel never hinted at something he did

mean. So, the moment he thought about hurting Kasmine, I knew I had to do something to stop him, otherwise, Kasmine was never going to be safe.

So, I did something about it.

Even though I targeted his heart and missed, my claws sunk really deep into his chest. With the way he was bleeding, and with the current of the water he just fell into, I was certain as hell that he was dead and gone for good.

I turned to see Bonnie and Daisy standing behind me. They were frozen with their eyes wide and their lips trembling.

They had witnessed the murder. And they knew they were loose ends I might never let go of.

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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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My Stepbrother

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Status: Ongoing Type: Alpha Native Language: English

My Stepbrother

Synopsis : My Stepbrother

Kasmine’s world shattered the night she witnessed her stepbrother, Kester Hamilton—the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack—murder an innocent man in cold blood. What began as a normal evening in the woods turned into a nightmare that would haunt her forever. The man Kester killed was no threat; he had only been talking to Kasmine. Yet Kester justified the murder by claiming the man tried to force himself on her.

Trembling and terrified, Kasmine confronted him, refusing to believe his twisted explanation. But Kester’s demeanor remained disturbingly calm. He didn’t show an ounce of remorse. Instead, he scolded her for being dramatic and tried to drag her back to the party, as if nothing had happened. When she resisted, he unleashed his Alpha command—a power no wolf could defy. Under his control, Kasmine’s will crumbled, and she obeyed him like a puppet.

As she returned to the party—ironically, Kester’s girlfriend’s birthday celebration—Kasmine’s heart broke. The brother who once protected her now scared her more than anyone else.

Her mind drifted back to her childhood, to the days when Kester had been her hero. After her father’s death, her mother remarried Alpha Kade Hamilton, Kester’s father. At the time, Kester was fourteen and Kasmine was only seven. He took her under his wing, treating her like a precious little sister. He brought her gifts, defended her from bullies, and made her feel safe. To everyone around them, Kester was the perfect big brother.

But as Kasmine grew older, that “protectiveness” became something else—something dark and possessive. By the time she turned sixteen, Kester had started isolating her from others. He didn’t allow her to have male friends, and even her time with female friends was limited. He wanted her attention, her trust, and her presence—all to himself. It became suffocating.

Now, at twenty years old, Kasmine had no boyfriend and barely any social life. Every time she tried to rebel, Kester reminded her that she should wait for her fated mate when she turned twenty-one and got her wolf. Her parents saw his control as love and protection, never suspecting how toxic and obsessive it had become.

After witnessing the murder, Kasmine was emotionally destroyed. She couldn’t eat, sleep, or think straight. The image of the lifeless man haunted her. Luckily, she only had to see Kester on weekends, since he was busy running both his pack and his billion-dollar company—Zamford Technologies. But even from a distance, his control continued. He had bugged her phone and laptop, monitoring every message and call. There was no escaping his watchful eyes.

Trying to focus on her studies, Kasmine pushed herself to attend her final year of college. She was preparing for her internship, and for once, she felt hopeful. She had submitted three company choices, deliberately avoiding Zamford Technologies to stay away from Kester. Her best friend, Jake—a guy she secretly liked—had applied to the same companies. She dreamed of being placed in the same one as him. Maybe then, away from Kester’s shadow, she could experience normal life, maybe even love.

That morning, she rushed to campus, still hopeful about the internship results. At the school entrance, she met her best friend, Claire, who looked visibly upset. Claire confessed she had been posted to J&F Technologies. Her disappointment wasn’t about the company—it was about Kester. Claire had nursed a crush on him for years and had listed Zamford Technologies in hopes of working near him. But her wish had failed, and she’d lost her chance.

Trying to comfort her, Kasmine asked about her own posting. Strangely, Claire didn’t answer, avoiding her eyes. Confused but impatient, Kasmine dragged her to the information board. Her heart raced as she scanned the list, looking first for Jake’s name. He was placed at Plush Technologies—one of the options they’d chosen together.

Excited, she searched for her name next, praying to see it under the same company. But her excitement quickly turned to dread. Her hands trembled. Her breath caught in her throat. There, beside her name, was written: Zamford Technologies.

The world seemed to tilt around her.

It couldn’t be real. There had to be some mistake. How could she, of all people, end up at her stepbrother’s company—the very place she’d tried hardest to avoid? Panic rose in her chest as the realization sank in. Kester must have done this. Somehow, he had found a way to manipulate her placement, ensuring that even in her professional life, she couldn’t escape his grasp.

Her mind flashed back to his piercing green eyes, his dominating voice, the way he’d ordered her around after committing murder without remorse. Now, he would have full control over her again—for hours every day. There would be no hiding, no breathing space.

As she stood frozen before the board, Kasmine felt her fragile hope for freedom crumble. She had spent years yearning for the day she could make her own choices—turn twenty-one, find her fated mate, and escape Kester’s suffocating hold. But now, destiny—or rather, Kester’s manipulation—had pulled her right back into his world.

And deep down, she feared that this time, she might not make it out alive.

Themes and Tone:
“The Alpha’s Obsession” explores the darkness behind overprotective love, the trauma of control disguised as care, and the pain of being trapped by someone who claims to love you. The tone is tense, emotional, and suspenseful, building a deep sense of dread as Kasmine realizes that every path she takes leads her back to the same monster she once called “brother.”